Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.